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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 61 - [Turn 7] [The Culture of the Blade Duchies]
You can probably add an 'as envisioned by Quest' after the title. Writing about Yahwen really made me think about the backstory of the Blade Duchies. When I say, really made me think about it, I mean really. This was the result. Hopefully it's an enjoyable read for people and doesn't drag on too long.

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The Culture of the Blade Duchies
By Corvina Taurus and Auxilia Yahwen​

The Blade Duchies of the Divided Mortal Kingdoms have a remarkably unique culture and great dao in swords. While practitioners of swords and sabers and various other types of weapons are hardly unknown, what makes them interesting is having an entire culture dedicated to using the same sword styles and pursuing the same dao for generations and generations. In order to better prepare those who might have to journey there or interact with its members or are merely looking for inspiration for their own dao, I have sat down with a member of that culture and written down the basics of their philosophies.

Before we begin, we must first understand the realities of those cultures and why both duchies are completely identical in culture and remain relatively stable despite bitter rivalries that have run for millennia. Whether through collusion and simply due to reaching the same conclusion from the same incentives, certain attitudes are highly encouraged in both duchies by the ducal elite. Those attitudes are quite simply, even the weakest mortal matters and of course, that the cultivation of the sword is paramount.

Sword Qi runs within the blood of even the common men and women of what is collectively known as the Sword Country. Even more so, the strength of their blood directly translates into the strength of their liege. The Duke's personal power comes directly from their people in a very real way and because of that, they are incentivised to protect those people. A very popular folktale about an honorable swordsman on a journey staying behind to protect the people from an evil blood path demon would be an example of the propaganda spread regarding this.

When it comes to the people, this folktale shows everything their liege would want them to learn. 'Protect the people' to his cultivators, 'The cultivators protect you', to his people, and 'The blood path is terrible and evil' to everyone who listens. Blood Path is particularly abhorred here as taking power from any mortal means taking the power of the duke. Practicing the Sword has a strong patriotic flair among the common man.

A common theme for all styles practiced by the duchies is their focus on control and non-lethal takedowns. Even with techniques that should be lethal, duels play out more like a game of strategy with move and countermove with the final lethal blow being enough to draw blood. Those who slay their enemies are looked down upon. On the surface, this is said to be because they prize mastery over the sword over all things. Ideas such as 'A master swordsman only cuts that which he wishes to cut' or 'A swordsman who fears the second battle doubts his own skill' are common refrains that reinforce this.

This is what points to potential collusion between the two Ducal Households as they seem to have developed a methodology that allows constant clashes between their forces without risking the lives of those forces. The proponents against this point out that the Dukes would not want their own forces to slay each other in domestic duels as each cultivator represents an important donor of sword qi, which means they would have developed such a culture anyway.

Regardless of the reason, this is the reality of the situation there. For most who're travelled through the sword country or interacted with their citizens, those are the things to keep in mind. Information on the ducal houses are less well-known, though the philosophy of their Seven-Part Dao will be touched upon later in this article. It should be noted that pointing this out or any other similarities to most members of the two duchies is considered grounds for a duel and should be avoided in any contact with said members.

With the basic description out of the way, let us discuss their three-part philosophy - The Philosophy of Man, The Philosophy of Earth and the Philosophy of Heaven each corresponding to their mortals, Qi Condensation rank and file and Foundation Establishment ducal household respectively. Please see the expansion of these philosophies below.

The Philosophy of Man

'Those who cannot bear the sword are meant to serve it.'

These words together summarize the Philosophy of Man. As it implies, the practice of the sword is paramount. Every child grows up playing with toy swords, every adolescent learns how to forge a true one and by the time they have reached adulthood, every man born and raised within the duchy can wield his sword well enough to defend himself. Those who have the talent to cultivate are accepted into the Household of the Duke and grow to form his nobility but those who cannot form their peasantry, serving them as their attendants, their farmers, their builders and most prestigiously, their smiths.

A swordsman's most favored servant is the one who can care for his sword. While every swordsman should theoretically be capable of doing it themselves, it often isn't practical. Every swordsman is trained in forging a sword worthy of their cultivation of course, but between cultivation, duels and training, they lack the time to maintain them. The most favored servants of a swordsman are those trusted enough to sharpen his sword, to hold his spares or other assorted jobs that the swordsman himself may not have time for.

It is a matter of pride for the peasantry to be skilled enough to hold these positions and those who fulfill these roles are never looked down upon. Being a cultivator is a matter of honor and it is well-known that any man skilled enough to challenge and defeat a noble in duel is welcome to take their place. Even the children of the nobility are not guaranteed to inherit their parent's place, though they do more often than not due to the greater resources and training afforded to them.

An extreme example of this is the Ducal Heir. In theory, the duke's son has the same chances as any within his household but in practice, most peasant children sponsored by the duke do not show talent until their tenth year with even the incredibly talented Yahwen only showing her own talent at the age of six. The duke's children on the other hand, live and breathe the sword since the moment they are born. With this and a degree of favoritism shown to them by their instructors, the Duke ensures that he is almost always succeeded by his children though theoretically the chance for even the lowliest peasant succeeding him exists.

Swordsmiths stand apart from the usual system and are considered the pinnacle of the Path of Man. While every swordsman is a capable swordsmith, it is hardly their focus. The greatest smiths are found not in the Blade Duchies but in the Dragon-Breath City Forge. Many nobles who either lack the talent or inclination for the Path of the Earth journey here in order to apprentice under the Great Swordsmiths and learn their secret arts.

They accept members from both Duchies as well as from the rest of the Divided Kingdoms who may prove worthy. Any who join must abandon their previous life and become a Swordsmith first and only then anything else. They practice even their own arts of cultivation, using the influence of the dragonbone underneath the city to grow to the heights of Foundation Establishment though they in turn do not benefit from the advantages their blood grants to those who reach it's heights.

Those considered adequate in their mastery of the art are declared journeymen and allowed to travel the Divided Kingdoms in order to hone their mastery. Journeyman Swordsmiths almost invariably return to their homes and the nobility hold an almost religious reverence for them, allowing them to serve as neutral arbiters. All important duels take place at the forge-beat of a smith who often utilizes the emanations of two sword-masters clashing to forge blades infused with their skill.

Those who consider themselves ready travel back to Dragonbreath City Forge in order to take the harsh tests of mastership in order to reach Foundation Establishment. Most fail and return wandering. Some perish in the attempt and the rare few reach the next stage. Masters remain within the city, honing their skill and only taking the orders of those who come to them. Even the clan buys from them, such is their skill. They only leave rarely when a master considers themselves reaching the pinnacle of their skill.

The Blade Duchies organize a grand tourney where all clash with the final duel being between the two Dukes who have reached the Great Circle of Foundation Establishment. The emanations of the duels are used to forge a great weapon coveted even by Core Formation and the weapon usually goes to the one who wins the duel. The weapon is a great treasure for the Blade Duchy who wins it whether to use or sell and usually guarantees that the winner will stand above the other until the time for another tourney comes.

Those masters who forge a weapon to their satisfaction attempt to reach grand-mastership through the tribulations of heaven, but so far none have succeeded. In the history of the Divided Kingdoms, no grandmaster smith has been born from the Blade Duchies. Nevertheless, the Philosophy of Man requires that they keep trying just as the dragon who left them the bone upon which the the City Forge is made once did and grew from a carp to become a dragon through great struggle.


The Philosophy of Earth

"The weight of the sword comes from the pull of the Earth. The Earth is formed by five elements."

For the ever-changing nobility of the Blade Duchies, it is not families that dominate the political environment but the Five Orthodox Schools of Swordsmanship or as it is known simply to its practitioners - the Orthodoxy. They represent five separate schools of thought whose pursuit dominates over all others and they take their names from the five elements of Fire, Air, Water, Wood and Metal that comprise the earthly world.

In theory, the schools of the Viridescent Blade Duchy and the Cerulean Blade Duchy are distinct but while they may have minor visual differences, by and large the techniques and philosophies used by both are largely the same. Due to the talents on both sides and constant duels, any new innovations are very quickly copied and added to the orthodox schools of the other side. This results in a bitter rivalry between the five schools of both the duchies, with innovation and counter-innovation being the norm.

The philosophies of the Five Schools are described below:

School of Metal: The Metal school of orthodox swordsmanship believes that the concept of the 'sword' is a limitation of the mind and all the weapons used by men as equally viable weapons. They travel through the Mortal Kingdoms and tend to study under masters of other weapons before incorporating techniques from other schools into their own. The personal styles evolved from this school can be incredibly varied depending on what their creators encountered, incorporating axe techniques, fist techniques, staff techniques, scorpion tail techniques, wing techniques and many others. Their unique characteristic is the ability to study the style of other weapons and incorporate them into their own.

School of Wood: Wood seems to draw from the Demon Apple Tree of the Demon Apple Duchy, if only in a theoretical sense though some swordsmen do seem to have gone to study it or from it. It is all about rooting yourself and standing your ground, while studying the exchange of forces whether that be physical or spiritual. The base school teaches cactus based techniques to increase one's stores of qi and favors deflections and parries, while personal styles may incorporate qi absorption or restoration as well as study other plants of the desert and incorporate their survival mechanisms.

School of Wind: Wind studies the heavens themselves in all of their glory. Their belief is that their ultimate and constant opponent is heaven itself and as such, they must refine themselves for that battle over all others. They value fast swordsmen who are never hit as none can survive the wrath of heavens and they value powerful swordsmen whose strike can match the strength of tribulation lightning. The personal styles created by this style mimic heavenly phenomenon and are more specialized to duels than any of their peers as they are concerned with only one opponent - Heaven itself. More practically, they tend to dominate in battles against peers as most duels come down to a single strike while the school of wind specializes in breaking through guards and never being hit in the first place.

The School of Fire: The school of fire for both duchies is based in Dragonsbreath City Forge and it's masters travel there to learn. They believe in honing themselves over all and care for their weapons personally to an incredible extent. An ideal day for a swordsman of the school of fire is spent fighting a duel or a battle and an ideal night is spent preparing for the next day. For all of Water's traditional domination of the dueling circuit, it is the School of Fire who fights the most duels overall and is also the one with the greatest rivalries against their opposite numbers. Their personal styles tend to be the most well-rounded and practical thanks to facing constant conflict and very often are simply just incredible refinements of the basics.

The School of Water: The school of water is the adaptable one and able to flow into any container. Their base styles rely more on hiding from senses and subterfuge while personal styles born from it are eclectic and hard to quantify as they tend to be unique. They are associated with both stealth and innovation. Rather than being swordsmen who can adapt, they tend to be more swordsmen who force others to adapt. They tend to enjoy clashes and exchanges of pointers with a unique theatrical approach to normal dueling tradition which only inflames their detractors. However, they also have a reputation for loyalty and are the Hands of the Duke. This has soured somewhat as from them originated the hated and abolished School of Blood and School of Poison, but destroying those heretics personally went a long way of restoring their reputation. They are the ones who least hate their counterparts, though a degree of professional rivalry remains.

Once you master all five schools, you must create your own interpretation of your favored school. Once you judge your personal style worthy, you must present yourself to the Duke to be judged. Should you be found worthy, you will be given the resources to reach Foundation Establishment and the ability to walk the Path of Heaven and become a true master as judged by the Blade Duchies.


The Philosophy of Heaven

"The only sword untouched by the earth is the blade of the mind. To reach Heaven, we must forge a blade with our own will."

Once a swordsman reaches Foundation Establishment, they are taken in and made a part of the Ducal Household. At this level, the swordsman follow the Philosophy of Heaven which believes that no blade formed of the earth can truly carve the path to heaven. While many do use physical blades, any who seek the hopeless quest for Core Formation all seek to forge the Seven-Part Sword. This is in essence the Seven Pillars, merely couched in a different philosophical language.

Rather than seven pillars, they have divided a sword into seven parts - the pommel, the hilt, the guard, the blade, the flat, the point and the sheath. What each part of the sword represents often varies between individual sword cultivators much as the pillars do, but they still take the form of the sword due to the bloodline and culture. The general philosophy behind each part of the seven-part sword can be extrapolated and is given below:

The Blade: The simplest and the first part of the weapon that is forged. It represents a sword in the simplest manner - a cutting implement. The goal of course is to master it until it will cut through anything and cut through nothing, just as the wielder commands. This is so simple a concept that even those within Qi Condensation can use it by invoking the memories within their blood. Use of this can heighten their skills and capabilities but constant use without the weight of a pillar behind them can damage their sanity.

The Flat: Once the blade of will has been forged and one has mastered it to the point where it will only cut when they want it to, one gains the flat. This is the sides of the blade, often used to deliver a blunted blow. Mastery of this requires one to master parry and deflection. Not only to turn the blade into a blunt instrument but to master how to manipulate the forces that it touches. Not only does this forge a second part of their blade, but it increases their control over the sword qi.

The Point: The tip of the sword, used for stabs. After one masters the flat, they gain the control necessary to concentrate the Blade Will not on an edge but on a point. The qi becomes far more focused, capable of piercing through things that the blade would be stopped against. This is considered the pinnacle of Blade Will and the next steps involve not improving it further but learning how to blunt the Point and to wield it safely.

The Guard: A far more advanced use of the blunt. Rather than as a weapon, it is deployed as a shield formed from the wielder's will. To master this aspect of Blade Will, one must be able to expand the flat and form complicated shapes in order to defend allies and defeat complicated attacks at the same time. When forming the sword dao, this is used to form the guard that protects a wielder from his own blade.

The Hilt: From this point on, one begins to Forge the Blade. The hilt is the part of the blade that allows one to wield it. Rather than simple manifestations of will, after this point the swordsman can summon a crude ghostly weapon to wield with their own hands, though it is easily dispelled. It is a strong reminder that they are not swords but swordsmen and they need a part to wield it. After achieving this level of mastery, all other steps become far easier to use.

The Pommel: Another step akin to the hilt. The pommel exists in a sword as a counterbalance for its weight and to prevent the weapon from slipping from the user's hands. Similarly, achieving this level of mastery allows the swordsman to create truly stable sword constructs. Some masters of this dao who reach this step have been known to fire swords as if they were arrows, making a rain of swords.

The Sheath: The final step is making the sword of will manifest constantly even as the swordsman sleeps or lies unconscious. At this level, the swordsman is truly accustomed to their weapon. The duke is the one who has a complete sword and has reached the Great Circle of Foundation Establishment. At the end of their life or when they feel ready, they challenge heaven in order to forge it completely.

None have succeeded so far.

One of the reasons why the Philosophy of Earth encourages innovation is so that every swordsman will form a new variation of their philosophy when cultivating the Philosophy of Heaven. Though of course, they are ultimately limited by their population there is still the hope that there is some possibility to surpass that. It is why the Sword Duchy is designed to constantly push their cultivators and never let them languish. It is why the cultivation of the sword is paramount and rank is decided by merit. Certainly, the Duke tries his best to maintain the power of his lineage but the Duke can and has given up his seat upon a defeat in a duel.

It is admirable how they struggle against their chains and challenge the heavens over and over. It is something that even us golden devils can draw inspiration from. And who knows? Perhaps one day they will have a Heaven-Defying Genius who will bring all of their dreams to fruition. It is something that is not unheard of in this world of ours after all. Until then they struggle and remain the vassals of the Divided Kingdoms who are in turn the vassals of us, the Golden Devils and so we will need to learn about them to properly do our duties.

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Hell is the most commonly known name for the area once known as the Third Sea. Once one of the Great Turtle Children of the Heavenly Father, the child of the third sea was treacherously slain by one of it's own dependents. With the Third Turtle Child's Sacrifice, Hell was created as a punishing ground for all the demons spawned by the Great Traitor.

Here the cannibalistic children of the Prince of Lies still remain trapped as do the remains of the otherworldly Sea Conquering Army alongside a whole sea of other unknown heresies. By the properties of hell, they are bound to a power below even that of a Squire ensuring that they cannot become a threat once more. However, demons can still be summoned into this world by the heretical arts of witches and warlocks.

Though they are incredibly weak at first, the children of the Prince of Lies can rapidly gain power through human sacrifice. Clever witches and demons have even managed to sacrifice our Heaven-blessed Knights and wreak great havoc across the empire. While these practices have mostly been stamped out in the modern day, there still exist conniving bloodlines of demons that still hide among us.

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Like all demons, vampires survive through hiding their true form and cultivating a Heretic Lie that rejects the Heavenly Truths. Vampires are some of the most powerful and hard to kill demons, named by many as Kings of the Night because of the destruction they can cause. Their Lies are the Lies of the Physical Form that allows them phenomenal shape-shifting capabilities.

They have been recorded as transforming into dire-wolves, swarms of bats or rats, noble birds and even the legendary dragons. Autopsies have shown that they not only transform physically but even change their innermost essence. This makes them incredibly difficult to identify when they hide among other beasts. They can even take the guise of humans and hide within the bounds of the empire.

Like all demons, they are cursed by the Heavenly Father in a manner that bars them from all of the Earthly Pleasures leaving them only their damned ways. However, they show their dark cunning by finding a perverse way around even this curse. Though the exact mechanisms are unknown, it is known that they can practise the Way of Beasts.

To rely on only that is barbaric of course, but not unholy. But the vampires have proved their darkness by perverting even the lowest of heavenly gifts. The speculated mechanism is that their shape-shifting is enough to transform even their essence into a simulacrum of the beasts they devour. As such, they never practise the Way of Beasts, only that of Blood. It is simply that they do not contain their hunger on the noble human race, instead consuming all things equally.

While one speculates that the result would be less efficient than the blood path itself in gaining power, the large variety of non-human sources ensure that they can survive anywhere there is life. This makes the task of rooting them out an arthurian one. While one would hope that their shape-shifting may limit any further powers, it is speculated that they even have power over minds.

Many of our most loyal citizens have become enthralled or seduced by them, protecting them as if they are close friends or family not the dark demonic creatures that they truly are. That ability to change shape combined with their power over minds makes them difficult to root out for even the most skilled of Knights. Those who hunt vampires must always keep in mind their ability to seduce even the most pious of the children of the Heavenly Father.

Though they are dangerous and cunning foes, they have many weaknesses in this world that denies their dark lord. Their first and most well-known weakness is the Sun. Even stepping into the light of day causes them to burn and immolate as heaven's light rejects their very existence. Furthermore, pious followers of the Heavenly Truth may even sanctify grounds so that merely entering would have the same effect.

They can all bless water and make it holy, creating a liquid that burns them by washing away their sins. It lacks the effectiveness of the sun or of sanctified grounds, but the portability affords a vampire hunter many options especially when they may be Alchemists or Wizards who may seek their own Truths.

Such hunters may keep other weaknesses in mind that may allow them to even the odds against these vile demons. Any who practise their own Truths may ward the threshold of their homes to prevent the vampire from entering without permission, though it wouldn't burn them as a true sanctification would. Furthermore Thresholds have been known to be overpowered by particularly powerful vampires, so any who try this must keep that in mind.

Even mortals can hurt them by wielding holy symbols and this method may be used to find them when they attempt to hide among citizens. An enterprising hunter should also remember that they cannot cross running water and they are compelled to count any large number of small similar items such as grain if it is suddenly placed in front of them.

It should be noted that actively hunting vampires without a license is illegal and punishable by fines up till execution depending upon the circumstances. This is because an unwary hunter can empower the very creatures that they hunt. Vampires are incredibly weak against heavenly lightning, ensuring that they can never cultivate in the usual manner and even though they can survive off beasts, they remain in some way fundamentally human.

This means that those vampires who seek power must hunt down those stronger than them. As the Earthly Pleasures are barred to them and Light of the Heavenly Father burns them completely, the only manner in which they can seek the higher truths is by taking them from those who have rightfully earned them.

Worryingly, they also have the capability to extend their powers onto others, turning ordinary Seekers Of Truth into Demons of the Night, often granting power in some fashion by the sacrifice of allies or individuals who may have trusted them. Much of this ability to suddenly grow in power or multiply is what makes them dangerous

It is in order to prevent them from rapidly growing out of control, the exorcists and demon hunters are carefully controlled by the crown. One of the methods used to direct these specialists is the bounty system. Those vampires who are well-known or particularly powerful have bounties out for them as well as rewards for information so that hunters may know where to go.

Known vampires with extant bounties are the traitor Mordred, the heretic witch Morgana, the fallen count Dracula, the criminal Moriarty…

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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 63 [Turn 7] [A New Character Appears]
Still figuring out the details of the Turn 7 storyline, but have a look at an intro of sorts.

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Charon's Curious Curiosities was the sort of place where one came to gamble. But it wasn't ludus that one gambled on, but the very curious curiosities that found themselves in his shop. Charon had a knack for getting his hands on the former belongings of legionnaires that slipped through the bureaucratic crack and the things he stocked could vary from junk to heavenly treasures.

I was here for some of that myself, though I wasn't looking at the wares so much as the buyers. While I absently examined a simple Sand-Viewing Mirror that humorously reflected everything but sand, I couldn't help but smile at my own reflection. The goatee worked well on my rugged face and it added to the exotic tinge of my skin.

There was a glint of light as the door opened and my eyes wandered towards the man who had just entered. Now isn't that a fine piece of bronze. If the man stood still, he might as well be a statue cast out of bronze. If I was a smith, I might declare him my masterpiece. But once I began to look past that, did he start to really get interested.

It was subtle but he was clearly suppressing. And he was still at ninth heavenstage. That meant either a centurion which wasn't bad per se or it meant he was unorthodox. That possibility was far more tantalizing. I'd heard of the Thirteen of course and I was certainly curious about the ones who followed in their footsteps.

In fact, I was getting to the point myself where I was debating choosing my path in the future. So that made him useful for my own future growth. This might be work and pleasure. Wasn't it nice when things came together like that?

As he walked in, I noticed he put more weight on his right leg. A foot injury? And though he tried to pretend otherwise, he had thicker armor over his right shoulder and barely moved that arm at all. A shoulder injury as well. It looked like he had quite a tale, one that might be lovely to hear about over dinner. Preferably a private one.

I watched him as he moved about the shop until he came across the old scroll shelf and pulled out one, rolling it open and froze upon looking at it. He glanced around to see if anyone had seen him pick it up and quickly rolled the scroll back before heading down to surly old Charon. I wonder what that was about?

I knew that scroll, it was something that had interested me for a while before I realized it wasn't what I was looking for. It was just a simple research scroll some old legate obsessed with dragons had made defining the migratory patterns of carp. So him finding it so interesting was worth noting. What does he know that I don't?

"Charon!" He called out as the man left. "New customer?"

His perpetual frown turned into a wide smile as he recognized me. "Young master!" He replied cheerfully. "Finally found something that interests you?"

"You know I did." I said, passing him a spirit stone with a smile. "Now, tell me all the details."

"Now, now, young master." He replied, shaking his head with a smile. "Think about my reputation. I need to at least get more than he paid me first."

That made me raise an eyebrow. He paid him to keep quiet for that? "Charon, you scoundrel." I replied, giving him a grin before sliding a pouch to him. "Here, have some more spirit stones. Now fess up."

Charon preened as if I had just given him a compliment and then leaned forward, beckoning me closer. "I'll be honest, I don't know much about him," He began, causing me to raise an eyebrow and palm my pouch. He gave me a wink. "He started showing up in the area a few days ago. Goes by the name Antonius and was asking around for elixirs and miracle cures and the like."

Interesting. Looking for something to heal his injuries? How did that fit with that particular scroll? I thought as I absently noted Charon taking the pouch away when he thought I wasn't looking. "Anything else?"

"Oh, yes. One more thing." He said, keeping his voice deliberately nonchalant. He passed a small note to me. "He didn't actually pay me to keep quiet. More the opposite."

I looked down at the note curiously and blinked. A grin spread across my mouth as I realized what had happened. "Charon, you scoundrel." I replied, not even mad at his audacity.

Charon preened as if it had been a compliment.

I glanced down at the note again and grinned. This might be interesting.

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The Orthodox clergy seeks to understand and channel the will of heaven, but there are hundreds of priestly orders who each interpret heaven in their own manner. Each of the Knightly Orders champions the vaunted Rules of Chivalry, exemplified in their worship of the noble, but ultimately failed institute of the legendary Round Table. The Empress bears the Divine Right and through her, empowers the nobility with a fraction of her authority. Then the question becomes, what do we alchemists seek? What do we exemplify?
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Alchemists are ultimately philosophers of nature, I believe. We are men of science who study the truth of the world unhindered by the faith of the clergy. We see the heavenly laws for what they truly are - a world of beautiful magnificence and incredible wonder. It is so large and incredible that it is impossible to understand in a single lifetime, even if that lifetime is one of that of an immortal. Through the knowledge that we acquire, we can deduce further truths from reading the pattern of things, or exploit them to set up our own artifice.
- S​

You would have us be reduced to mere scientists and engineers? Certainly, those are respectable professions but we alchemists are the heirs of the likes of Merlin and Solomon. Consider the maxim: "Turning lead to gold." To the unenlightened, it is merely turning something from low value to high but we alchemists know that both have equal value when used in the right place. Lead is the heavenly substance most opaque to the flow of essence while gold is the most conductive. To be able to transform one into the other freely, not require something more than simple study?
- M​

It is hard to disagree with the idea that alchemists have long had an adversarial relationship with heaven. Chrysopoeia is merely the least of our borderline heresies. We create Panaceas to cure all ills, we mix Elixirs of Immortality to brush against the lifespan that heaven has ordained for us, even our path to enlightenment is divisive. Where others present themselves to heaven for judgement, we instead present our Magnum Opus - our great work that often seeks to improve upon heaven's design rather than simply abide by it. But then can you truly understand something without pushing it to its limits?

- S​

An interesting interpretation. Since we have come to the Magnum Opus, the Great Work that purifies our body and soul then we must surely come to the philosopher's stone. It is that metaphorical ideal that we forge in our journey for the truth in the hopes that one day it will become capable of the miracles only ascribed to heaven itself. But nearly every alchemist has their own interpretation and they vigorously defend it as the one true path. What are your thoughts on the manifold paths available for us to walk? By what metric would you judge the truth?

- M​

My search for truth has led me to a singular but rather elementary conclusion - that the truth is subjective. It is something that is often repeated in relation to psychology and politics, but I believe that it may be physically true. That is not to say that some parts are a lie. Rather, we simply each perceive the truth with a different perspective. Rather than attempting to find which truth is truer, I believe it would be best to seek the perspective that best suits us. All roads lead to Camelot, but we all find different roads easier to navigate.

- S​

It is rare to find someone with such similar thoughts as myself. But perhaps it goes even deeper than that. Consider the elemental wheel that is held true by the clergy as well as most alchemists. They claim that there are four primary elements - water, fire, earth and air. Many systems consider quintessence or as it is colloquially known, essence or life force as a theoretical fifth. Now, let's consider the records we have of the third sea - better known as hell by some. It has the elements of water, wind, fire, wood and metal. A completely different elemental wheel. Some would say it is the work of the traitor, but it even seems to have been as such even before the Fall and the other Seas supposedly have similar variations. Is it not likely possible that reality itself is subjective?

- M​

That is something that I am grappling with myself. As was once said, there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in our philosophy. Still, I believe that there are patterns to things. The element wheel is common to all the seas. So is the presence of humanity and the world turtles. Clearly there is an underlying phenomenon. By studying these patterns, we can learn to understand and predict our reality. I suppose that is my path to the truth, my Magnum Opus - simply a method to better understand the truth of the world and that of others. What of you then? What is your path?

- S​

Are you familiar with the concept of a Chimaera? A single creature formed from joining the beast cores of two or more entirely different beings. Generally, they are used to create special mounts such as griffons or hippogriffs, or other creatures designed to a particular role. My thought upon looking upon them is - here stands a creature with the perspective of two creatures and a unique perspective all of their own. Rather than seeking to slowly understand the world with a limited human perspective, why not seek something new? Men have attempted to understand heaven and earth for countless eons. What we require… is something new... something revolutionary.

- M
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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 65 - [Turn 7] [Conflict Resolution]
I think this is the first Antonius Omake I've done in a while, wow. Feeling lots of inspiration for this atm. Wanted to do more XY, but I'm getting bored of her and with the turn ending it feels better to turn attention here. I might come and edit this later when I have time so feedback is as always, welcome. Otherwise, enjoy!

Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 65
[Turn 7]
[Conflict Resolution]

Yahwen walked up to the weapon rack and paused, her hand hovered over a staff. She took a deep breath and shook her head, and reached for the sword instead. Her hand paused over it. Come on, Yahwen. You can do it. She took another breath and picked it up, swinging it out of habit before she stopped herself.

She sighed and shook her head, trying to focus. Wooden and lacking in weight but it was sturdy enough. It was also shaped like a jian instead of a gladius and she wondered who she would have to thank for that. Most of the other weapons here weren't ones she would have been as comfortable with.

Her eyes went over to the physician's assistant - Oriana - who gave her a small nod. She returned a hesitant smile before turning to Corvina who had her own battle-gear equipped - an over-garment woven from bronze that she could manipulate to be both armor and weapon, trinkets of grave-bronze with various functions she could activate as needed it and a new head-gear that the seer hadn't shown her before.

They exchanged looks and Yahwen found herself blinking at the intensity of her eyes. She gulped and turned away. I need to finish this quickly, she realised. Her heart beat faster in anticipation of a battle with a sword in hand. It almost felt like the Sword Qi in her blood was burning. She breathed once more, trying to temper her instincts.

She looked to their opponent seated on the other side of the sparring hall. Her eyes flashed over his body, knowing that - no. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She couldn't afford any sympathy or distractions. She needed to think of him as an enemy right now. She settled into her battle stance and nodded.

Orina glanced from her to Corvina, then to the other side of the sparring ring. Then she raised her hand and she began to count - three seconds before her hand dropped, signalling the start of the battle. Yahwen only paid it half a moment's thought, instead her gaze focusing entirely on her foe. Before the physician's assistant could even finish counting the first number, Yahwen moved.

In one moment, the storm cloud wreathed her form and her thoughts were shrouded from her enemy. In the next moment, the winds touched her feet and pushed her back, lending her their agility. She moved low and cut through the air when it resisted her motion.

She needed to finish this quickly. Take advantage of the moment of surprise.

Unfortunately, he had expected it or had been able to react fast enough. He raised a single bronze hand in response and thrust it at her, palm first. A wave of water appeared between them, growing in volume as it rushed towards her fast enough to knock her off her feet.

Yahwen shifted her footwork and raised her sword to defend.
The winds twisted at her feet and the twisted gale escaped, pushing her to the side just before the wave struck her. She narrowly avoided his sudden defence, but it left her out of balance. Half-falling from the dodge, Yahwen leaned into it and turned the fall into a handstand that she used to flip forward into the air towards her opponent.

She bore down on her enemy on gale-force winds with her blade raised high overhead.

He raised his hand once more, fingers splaying outwards and summoned another wave in her path. She was close enough to nearly touch him and if she dodged the sudden wave, she'd leave herself open to his next attack. Instead, she moved her sword to her side and swung at the wave with the flat of her blade. With a roar akin to a clap of thunder, the water was smashed apart.

Fluidly, she turned the smashing motion into a cutting one.

The storm cloud surging around her leapt to her blade and wreathed it in lightning as she moved closer. The winds leapt to her back to push her forward as she held up the blade with both hands to bring it down upon him. Then she saw the look in his eyes - the quiet intensity born of bringing a plan to fruition.

Abruptly, her senses expanded and she felt the motion in her surroundings.

The wave she had smashed apart had dispersed from the force and she was now directly in the centre of the drops still floating around her. Then the open bronze palm closed into a fist and those drops rushed back together clinging to her and weighing her down. She forced herself to move even faster in the hopes of reaching him before they stopped her completely.

The lightning of her blade discharged into a bolt -

Blocked by a wave of water blooming in front of her -

She cut through it, trying to cover the last few inches she needed -

Then the water surged around her, growing in mass to cover her sword and all and holding her in place with sheer power. She held her breath as the water covered her face and he looked at her for a moment, before reaching for her sword, the water no obstacle for him. He was close enough to grab but try as she might, she couldn't move.

He casually pulled it from her grasp while she couldn't do anything. Yahwen struggled but she was helplessly caught, her storm snuffed out. He glanced away from her and his eyes widened. Corvina had likely taken advantage of her distraction.

With a wave of his hand, he sent her flying out of the bounds of the match and she found herself on the floor as an entire sandstorm bloomed above her. She couldn't bring herself to lift her head and watch the rest of the battle. She knew how each of them fought now and she knew it would end in the way she had hoped it wouldn't.

She sighed. Why do I feel so tired?

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Corvina winced as Yahwen looked away from her. I could stop this here… She took in a breath and then she let it out, pushing her doubts into the back of her mind to deal with after the battle. She looked at Oriana and nodded, signalling that she was ready for the battle. After a moment, the body cultivator began to count.

Corvina took a moment to center herself as the countdown began…

...and then Yahwen charged before even the first number was finished.

Corvina froze for a moment as her thoughts went awry and then instinctively, her hands went up to the prominent crest upon her headwrap. It was something she reached for many times since she had received it in exchange for the Navigator's Compass. Forged from the optical nerve of her late great-grandmother - it let her draw the three Aspects of the late Legate's Dao.

Three potentials expanded in her mind and she swiftly dismissed the Maiden. It would sempower her with the strength of youth and let her fight directly but she wasn't a direct brawler. As she saw Yahwen so easily slip past a wave of water, she knew she lacked the skill and experience to truly bring out it's full potential.

The Mother was dismissed next. It suited her better but it wasn't meant for battle but for command, drawing on the connection between the blood of bronze to coordinate an army. Then she made her choice and the Wisdom of the Crone flowed into her, sharpening her Sight and letting her see the battle with an understanding that she had never achieved before.

The world seemed to slow and become clearer as if a veil was lifted from her vision. She saw the entire hall clearly now, all at once. To the side, Oriana stood trying to impassively survey the battle. Perhaps before Corvina would have been fooled, but with the insight she could see the minute signs of stress on her and a complete lack of surprise at Yahwen ignoring the countdown.

She was on their side for this conflict… no, she was invested in their win. A part of Corvina grappled with that, trying to understand all the reasons and implications behind that but after a moment's consideration, she dismissed that line of thought. It didn't matter right now, all that mattered was the information that the referee was on their side.

The battle continued as her thoughts raced. She saw Yahwen smash past a second wave and even as her friend moved in for the metaphorical kill, Corvina spotted the drops of water in the air hovering unnaturally - if only for a moment - and she knew that even as her friend moved, she would fail.

She could see the twitch of readiness in his fingers and he knew that he already had a plan in mind for the swordswoman. She reached towards the treasure that could aid Yahwen's rush but found her hand moving slower than it should be - that was the downside, the Weakness of the Crone taking effect.

She shifted seamlessly to another treasure as Yahwen became caught in his trap, a ball of water that halted all movement. This treasure was the Sea-Drinking Pin, made from the remains of a legionnaire who had died of dehydration. His stomach had been smelted into an item that would absorb large amounts of water as soon as they came within its radius of effect.

She knew that he would recognise her treasure from prior use. He would know that it could negate at least one attack from him for certain, letting her get close enough to threaten him or even free Yahwen who he couldn't expect to be caught again. Immediately, he did what she had expected - he used his Sand-Spitting Marble to summon a sandstorm to obscure himself.

She smiled to herself as she held her hand up to shield her eyes. It was a test to see if she could predict him and it worked splendidly. With a thought, she summoned her Sand-Viewing Mirror and adjusted it carefully to catch him in it's reflection where the sands were no hindrance.

As she did so, her mind raced ahead to form a plan.

First, observe. Did he move or remain in place? Bluff or Double Bluff?

As expected, he had not even moved from his seat but he had tossed Yahwen aside - out-of-bounds for the purposes of the duel - and she could either attempt to attack him or try to catch Yahwen and ensure she stayed in battle. But that would leave her open for his attack and she knew he could see her clearly in the sandstorm.

Second, predict. He had three heavenly treasures, but would he use the third now?

Unaffected by the sandstorm that had covered the sparring room, he pulled out the Fishbone Flute. Could he even use it with one available hand? No matter, it would preoccupy him enough for her to move in close to defeat him.

Third, Act. Before the enemy could make their move.

As she had expected, he fumbled. Her mind mapped the movement she needed and her body burst into action, putting the plan into motion. Her hand touched the Wind-Thief's Ring - a storage ring formed from a tiny piece of a Nascent Soul Thief. Once a month, It could whisk her away to anywhere the wind was blowing.

Within this sandstorm, the wind was blowing everywhere. In a moment, her world blurred and she found herself behind him. One hand was on the Sea-Drinking Pin and as soon as she appeared, she felt the wetness of water drops as he attempted to summon a wave to stop her.

But it was ultimately futile. With his injuries, he couldn't hope to move away from her and with his only uninjured hand preoccupied, he couldn't summon a wave strong enough to inconvenience her. Any wetness in the air was gone, as the water was drunk away leaving only the dry winds of the sand-storm.

She drew the Jade Serpent's Knife - a paralytic and cure in one - and she struck him blindly, unable to see through the sandstorm. She felt it dig in deep and she relaxed, knowing that even a nick was enough poison to reach the heart and freeze his body.

But he didn't freeze.

She felt him move, bring the Fishbone Flute to his lips.

Then the Fishbone Flute's Dao-Shaking Melody filled the air.

Her mind struggled…extrapolating how this had happened. Finally she realised what had occurred - he'd blocked it with his injured hand, the hand that was still only mostly stitched to his body. It would slow down the spread of the poison for minutes - long enough to disable her and take the antidote from the hilt of the knife.

She would lose.

The first broken notes of the flute reached her ears as if the roaring winds of the sandstorm weren't even there. It was a song played by a novice using his non-dominant hand. She struggled to resist as her mind raced to understand what had happened. How couldn't she predict this?

Because I couldn't bear to think of the tragedy that hurt Antonius. Because I couldn't bear to consider what this battle truly meant to him.

She found herself falling to her knees, her hands flailing uselessly by her sides.

He's lost his mother and his father. He's lost nearly all chance of saving them because of his injuries. Now I want him to prove he can take care of himself? It was all my fault. Because I let him go through the Doorway first even though I was the Senior Sister.

She fell to her back, pushed down by the sandy winds. Her great insight told her about his terrible melody. But it also told her exactly why that melody was terrible.

Because I let him take my place. Because I couldn't save his arm and heal him.
Even though she told herself all the reasons for why this battle was important, they suddenly felt hollow.

She knew exactly why his melody was terrible.

Because it was all my fault.


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Once the sand-storm covered the sparring hall, Oriana found that she could no longer follow the battle. She covered her eyes with a hand to shield it and focused on her spiritual sense in order to understand what was going on - but it was difficult. The sand-storm seemed to dull the qi in the air, leaving her unable to feel her surroundings. She had no idea what was going on and she was left alone with her thoughts.

"Oriana!" Her captain called for her, catching up to her after an afternoon for squad training. "I heard you got into a fight with a mortal at the gates."

She blushed as she recalled the rumours that were already spreading. "No!" She said, before freezing as she realised she'd just raised her voice at a captain. "...sir, it wasn't a fight. I was just dealing with a kid who thought he could walk in here and demand to join the legion."

Rather than reprimand her, Captain Emmanuel looked sheepish. "I'm really sorry about that." He replied, sighing. "He was my son, Antonius. He's… had a difficult childhood."

She blinked. "That was your son, sir? She asked, surprised. "Isn't your wife a cultivator too? I would have thought he knew how to join."

He shook his head. "He's always wanted to be like us, but we raised him to be mortal. At least for a few decades." He explained. "You know… the trials."

Oriana nodded in understanding. "So this was him acting up? Trying to join without your permission?"

"No, he's not like that." Emmanuel defended. "It's… his bloodline. It's a mutation that seems to be killing him. He needed to be a cultivator or he would have died. We weren't sure what to do so he just tried to step up."

She blinked. "I'm sorry, sir." She replied, looking down despondently.

"It's fine," He said, waving it off with a smile. "Just look out for him, yeah? Just in case."

She blinked up at him and hastily nodded. "Of course, sir!"

It was akin to a genuine natural disaster near the qi-draining desert - and Antonius had simply spit it from his mouth. Just how far had he come from that brat she used to know? With a sigh, she drew out a pill designed to sharpen her spiritual vision and popped it into her mouth. Then the flute song played and she grimaced at the sound of the Fishbone Flute.

She had heard it when Antonius had first gotten it, but that had been an impromptu performance, not a battle like this one. It hadn't been dao-shaking then, simply a wonderful performance. Now, hearing it for the first time she felt her heart waver at the echoes of despair within the sound. She took a breath and centred herself, counting the moments for the pill to take effect.

"Captain Emmanuel and Auxiliary Eleanora were ambushed by a blood traitor." Those were the words that led to her rushing to the medic's tent. Someone of their clan betraying them for the lure of the blood path… how could they target someone like her captain?

But then they had come by such fortune, a cynical side of her remarked. Why wouldn't a villain be tempted? She prayed that they were alright as she rushed to the tent's entrance. "They are alive," A deep voice spoke, as if answering her question. She froze at the sound before relaxing at the words.

That was Legate Alcaeus and he was speaking to a familiar aura she knew belonged to Antonius, even if the power of the tenth heavenstage was as strange as ever. "But they are still unconscious." She heard him continue, dashing any hopes that she had. "Though they were also healed by your Life-Saving Treasure, the poison damaged them far more than it did you. I don't know if or when they will wake up."

Realising that if she stayed longer, it would be eavesdropping she turned and left. But she swore to herself then that she would find Antonius later and as her captain had asked, she would look out for him to the best of her ability.


To lose his parents so young and to then have their safety fall on his head, it was a terrible burden for someone so young. She had wanted to help him, she really did. Then the trials happened and her legion was decimated. She had to step up. She simply didn't have the time to look after one single legionnaire.

As the world became visible to her once more as she began to sense the battlefield. Corvina was on the ground, her aura thoroughly broken - did the flute affect her that badly? She was a seer, so she would be sensitive but she was usually strong enough that these things didn't matter. She turned and sought out Antonius, grimacing as he put the flute away. She noticed an aura of poisoned jade in his injured arm.

Xiao Yingzi had come back first from Qiguai and she had come alone. The first thing the girl did was find her. Oriana had been the one to recommend her to Antonius so of course the girl thought she had to report her progress. "Where are the others?" Oriana remembered herself asking. The girl had simply nodded at her question and launched into an incredible tale.

"...and so, I departed with Senior Corvina and Senior Yahwen heading inside in an attempt to find Brother Antonius and bring him back." She had finished.

"Why did you decide to leave?" Oriana asked, trying to keep her emotions under control. It wasn't her fault that Antonius was most likely dead, she told herself.

"I had achieved my objective and though regrettable, risking myself again did not seem like the optimal decision." She explained, only reminding Oriana how young she was. "Was that the wrong decision?"

Oriana shook her head. "No, it was.. Optimal." She replied. "Thank you for letting me know what happened. You may go."


She had been ready when they returned and she had herself assigned as their physician. Antonius had been in… terrible shape. It had taken him months merely to become aware and months more to acclimate to his new situation. The entire time he had burned with a quiet intensity that had scared her.

When he had decided to venture out again to find a cure for his parents while still badly wounded, Corvina had objected. She was likely motivated by her psychological trauma compounded by meeting a Nascent Soul, Oriana had her own concerns about Antonius' choice and had taken the opportunity to set a duel for them to convince each other.

She looked around for the other fighter - the swordswoman Yahwen but she was out of bounds. Oriana had just met the woman but she seemed incredibly skilled. That Antonius caught her so quickly wounded as he was… it truly put into perspective how far he had come. He was already beyond her.

She sighed as she raised her hand and Antonius nodded in understanding. "Antonius wins." She declared as the sandstorm began to clear. She wasn't entirely certain how to feel here. Captain Emmanuel, She found herself thinking. I have done all that I could. He's strong enough that his fate is his own, for both good and for ill.

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"Antonius wins."

Some part of him relaxed at that, but then he forced himself to focus. It wasn't over yet. As the sandstorm cleared, he drew out the jade serpent knife from his right hand. He winced at the echoes of pain but it wasn't healed enough that he felt more than phantom echoes. Pointing the hilt to his mouth with his left hand, he pulled out the end with his teeth and spit it away before ingesting the cure hidden inside.

As the grainy awareness of the sand disappeared entirely, he looked downto Corvina and flinched as he realised that she had passed out from the battle. He could see the remnant of tears coming down her closed eyes, mixed in with the sand from his sandstorm. It hurt seeing her like that. And he was the one who caused it.

He wanted to reach out to her and help her up but… He rose to his feet, pushing himself up from the chair he was sitting in. His body ached as the movement reminded him of injuries he couldn't remember getting. All of the period of time after the Doorway was a blur to him, darkness and a sense of motion before simply settling down.

He nearly lost his balance, still not used to the bronze replacements for his left big toe. Drawing upon the Silver Fin, he summoned a small amount of water in front of him. Too small for anyone to notice, but enough that no one noticed his lack of balance. He carefully knelt down next to Corvina, every movement deliberate.

First, he checked her pulse and breathed a sense of relief. He could sense her qi, but the strong flow of blood and qi under her skin reassured him. She moved at his touch and awoke. "Antonius." She said, moving away from him.

"Corvina." He replied, his face hardening as he took a step away.

She reached for her face and grimaced. "You won then." She replied, carefully wiping the tears and sands from her face with the sleeve of her overcoat. "Tell me," She said, her words turning sharp. "How does that feel?"

"The same as usual." He replied in the same tone. "Now that I've won and demonstrated my ability, I assume you don't have any objections to me leaving to find a cure for my comatose parents?"

She looked at him and winced, before looking away. "Do what you want." She replied, getting up. He stared at her for a moment as she struggled to her feet and then turned towards the entrance, not looking at him even once.

"I..." He hesitated and so did she, turning back to him. He suddenly realised he wasn't sure what he wanted to say. He swallowed and reached for the first thing that came to his mind. "Your Jade Serpent Knife." He said, holding it out. "You forgot it."

She looked down at it for a moment and then snatched it from his hands. "Thank you." She said curtly. Then she hesitated again. "Good luck," She whispered, so lightly that he might not have heard it. And then even lighter. "Sorry."

But he was in the tenth heavenstage and his hearing wasn't damaged. "Me too." He replied, nodding at her. "On both counts."

They regarded each other for a few moments, before she nodded and turned towards to physician's room. Antonius watched her go, with a strange sensation like this might be the last time he might ever be seeing her again.

"I'll go with her." Oriana's voice cut in behind him. Then a little more softly. "Don't worry, I'll take care of her. You go do what you need to do."

Antonius bowed his head at her. "Thank you, Senior Sister."

"So polite now." She noted, grinning at him though there was a touch of melancholy behind it. "Take care of yourself, yeah? I don't want old Manuel to wake up and come after me because I didn't take care of his kid."

He froze at the mention of his father's name before realising what she meant. "I will." He swore, nodding at her. "I will bring both my parents back and I will be there to see them wake up."

She studied him for a moment and Antonius found himself meeting her eyes, not wanting to look away. Finally, she sighed and nodded. Dismissing him, she turned towards Corvina and began to take care of the young woman.

Antonius stood there for a few minutes before turning to Yahwen, who was still on the ground but had pulled herself up and was holding a knee with the other leg extended. Her eyes were distant, mind lost in thought. Taking a breath, he held her sword and walked over to her.

"Hi." He said, not able to think of anything to say. She blinked and looked at him, studying him for a second but not responding to him in any manner. "Are you doing okay?"

She sighed. "How are you doing, Antonius?" She asked him. Then she looked past him to Corvina. "How is she doing? I'm fine. You guys are the ones I should be worried about."

"I'm fine too." He replied, even though he strictly wasn't. "Or at least, I will be." He glanced at Oriana who was picking up Corvina to carry her to bed and winced. "I didn't want to go that far."

"She wouldn't have." Yahwen remarked, looking back to him. "I don't think she knows what she's doing right now." She looked him right in the eye. "I don't think any of us do."

He felt himself step back at her expression and he willed himself to stay where he was. "We all do what we have to." He replied tightly, before relaxing a little. "I don't begrudge Corvina that." She just cocked her head and continued looking at him. Studying him like he was some arcane curiosity. "What?"

She just turned away. "You know, when Xiao Yingzi left us without even bothering to rescue you, I was so pissed." She replied. "How dare she abandon her friend?"

"Um." He blinked, unsure of what to make of the change in topic. "I don't begrudge her either? I'm glad you guys came and helped me, but if you wouldn't have... I can't say I'd have loved that decision but I would have accepted it."

"I guess I don't dislike her either. Not now, anyways." She said, shaking her head. She sighed again and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. "I'm tired, Antonius."

He frowned as he considered that statement. "Tired in what sense?" He asked her.

She sat up straight and spread her hands. "I'm tired of this life." She replied, looking at him with strange fervent eyes. "I'm tired of this cultivator's life of struggle and struggle and even more struggle." At the end, she closed her eyes and turned her head up again. "Antonius, I'm just so tired."

"Then..." He said, hesitantly. "...why don't you rest?"

Her eyes snapped to his and then she nodded. "I need a break." She replied. "I really, really need a break."

"Ah." He replied, trying to think of anything else to say. "Any plans then?"

She looked at him and sighed again. "You were hoping I would come with you, weren't you?" She asked, looking at him suddenly torn.

"No," He lied, smiling brightly. "I mean if you want to come, that would be very reassuring but I'm planning to recruit people for expeditions anyway so I'll have people to watch my back."

She hesitated for a moment, studying his face before nodding firmly. "If you say so." She took a deep breath and let it out, giving him a sort of relaxed smile he didn't think he'd seen from her before. "I don't think I have any plans as such. I think I'll just take things as they come."

He nodded back. "I wish you the best of luck, Yahwen." He told her with a smile.

"You too." She replied, smiling back.

Antonius took a breath of his own and got up. "I'll see you later hopefully." He replied, waving at her. "I have work to do and I should probably do it before Corvina wakes up and tries to stop me again."

She gives him a light smile. "I'll be here, Antonius." She replied. "You don't have to worry."

Returning it for a moment, he turned around and walked away. It was nice talking to her. It made his heart feel light despite his pain. But as he struggled to walk, the pain returned and the lightness grew heavier with every step. By the time he left the sparring hall, there was no smile on his face, only grim resolve.
 
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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 66 - First Sea Omake 4: Hello John
Not entirely sure about this one, but hopefully it turned out well. Please enjoy.

Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 66
[First Sea Omake 4]
[Hello John]

Hello John,

You may be wondering what I've been up to since I disappeared on you so many decades ago. I was following the trail of our former classmate, Moriarty and to do so… I needed to do something particularly heinous. I had to finally give in and join Aberforth in becoming one of the Queen's Dogs. Yes, I do mean Queen and not Empress. The things I found in those archives would blow your mind - literally in some cases so I won't go further down this tangent.

The reason I am writing to you is to summon you to my side. I have urgent need of your expertise in medicine and warfare. I am a genius and a scholar of many fields, but in those particular ones I must admit that you surpass me greatly. The benefits of a specialist over a generalist, even if that generalist is me. Meet me in the Dragon Graveyard in a week's time. I know you can make it, I've kept track of your movements. Oh, and perhaps a sapphire would suit your fiance's wedding ring better? Just a suggestion.

Sir Sherlock Holmes

P.S: This letter will incinerate itself after a minute's time. Handy trick I picked up from the secret service. Those nobs are at least good for something after all.

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Hello John,

You didn't show up to our agreed-upon meeting. I am remarkably vexed at your truancy. The man I knew was never late for a meeting. I will let it slide just this once as I did say I was with the Secret Service and I know you've been up to a few things that might land you in hot water if it was found out. Personally, I'd say it's about time. Any alchemist worth his stone should be brushing against the edge of secular law, though ethical law is a different matter.

In fact, it is this matter. I do hope you can understand the gravity of the situation. I will explain in more detail once we meet face to face, but rest assured that it is worth one or two of your indiscretions coming to light. And in any case, it is highly unlikely that would happen. I am no true dog of the queen, I assure you. I already have plans in motion that upon the resolution of this matter will allow me to escape from these dreadful royal purples. Speaking of color, would you really pick that shade? Go and pick a lighter shade.

Sir Sherlock Holmes

P.S: It'll go off a little faster this time. I think they suspect my motives but I don't want them to get any physical evidence.

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Hello John,

I suppose I do owe you an explanation, John. I could easily grab some of Aberforth's goons and they'd work just as well for this. But this isn't any normal crime. It's personal. Moriarty was in many ways, my fault. I encouraged him back in Camelot. I even agreed with him on many counts. I just didn't expect him to go as far as he did. To bring his theory of the Metaphorical Chimaera into reality, he has gone as far as courting vampires. I don't know how much of it you are aware of but the vampiric ideal… the heretic truth of their ancestors echoes through their blood and allows them the ability to eventually shapeshift and consume any creature to assume their shape.

We faced the Hound of Baskervilles together in our sect days but that was just a creature that had forged it's philosopher's stone and had only mastered one form - that particular breed was called a werewolf. Some vampires attempt to shift into bats or other men or any choice of transformation, but the most fearsome of their kind have always chosen dragons as their form of choice. Perhaps in a mockery of the same power that Arthur had wielded in those ancient days. Any vampire would want to enact the rite of Vlad Tepes and consume a dragon.

But Moriarty is no ordinary vampire. The Empress' Secret Service is convinced that he will be at the Dragon Graveyard - one of the only places one may find living dragons. Ancient ones mourning the loss of their place in the world. It was where the Dread Vampire Vlad Tepes rose to power and marked his territory by impaling knights upon the ribs of the beast he had eaten. They expect him to re-enact the past and so they have prepared the Knights to slay him. But Moriarty is no fool. He would know this. He would know that as he reveals himself as a new Dracula, he would be slain immediately.

And power isn't Moriarty's goal. He seeks understanding. The man I knew and the demon I chased would not bet it all on mere power. There is something else… something more sinister at play. The Secret Service is not prepared and they will not heed my words. I can feel it. The patterns are shifting, leading to a conclusion that I can't quite fathom. I need more information. I've looked through everything I had available. It isn't enough. I need to chase the source, information that Moriarty couldn't have found within the bounds of secular law. I need to hunt vampires and find out everything that Moriarty knows so that I can predict him.

John, I need you with me. I don't have the expertise to do this alone.

Sir Sherlock Holmes

P.S: Please dispose of this.

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Sherlock,

I got my fiance - my wife soon, I suppose - the ring you suggested. She loved it. I've spoken to her about… everything. I don't think my marriage can survive another one of your cases. But we both agreed that… Well, I'm not married yet. Another case, one last time. For old time's sake.

Dr. John Watson

P.S: I have known that your familiar was there all along. We do feed the poor bird. But then, I suspect you'll just say something along the lines of 'I know.'
 
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Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 67 - Interviewing the Team
Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 67
[Turn 7]
[Interviewing the Team]

Antonius shuffled through the notes and letters expressing interest once more. With one hand he carefully arranged them into a new pile and then he began to process again. Maybe this time he'd see something that would make the candidates stand out. He grimaced as a letter slipped from his hand and as he bent down to pick it up a pain wracked his immobile right hand.

Gritting his teeth, he placed it back on the table and continued his work. No. No. No. No. His fist smashed the desk in anger and the sharp crack brought him to his senses. The desk - capable of bearing the strength of a ninth heavenstage - had been bent and the notes balanced precariously on their edge.

"These are terrible." He said out loud but there was no sound in return. When was the last time he'd been truly alone? Taking a deep breath, he moved the pages off of the desk to stop them from falling. Still no one that was actually worth hiring. He thought to himself, realising that looking through it again wouldn't really help him any more at all.

Almost everyone who had applied had low enough cultivation that they would be a liability or they simply didn't have a good reputation which came to about the same result. He hadn't really realised how lucky he had been with his last group - individuals who were both skilled and trustworthy. He couldn't afford a liability, especially not another Nicomedes.

The blood path traitor had been the one to ambush him and his parents when he thought they were safe. It was ultimately because of him that he was going through everything right now. Once more, his breathing became faster forcing him to consciously bring it back under control. He couldn't afford to think about anything other than himself and his parents. Not right now.

He sighed. It looked like anyone he'd accepted were already gearing up for the war against the Blood Cannibals to go off on a wild goose chase. He put the letters aside. Looking through them one more time wouldn't make a good choice magically appear. At this point he was ready to give up and just head out on his own. He didn't have the time to wait around forever.

There was a knock on the door.

Antonius looked up at the door warily, then he looked down at the desk and sighed. There was nothing to be done about that right now. "Come in," He called after a moment's pause.

The door opened and a dark handsome face peeked in. The man turned and looked towards him, giving him a smile that looked almost devilish with his complexion and goatee. Broken desk and pain forgotten, Antonius stood up to greet the man and said the man entered his room fully, revealing a muscular body with a dark blue toga.

The man smiled at him and held out his left hand to shake. As Antonius gripped him, he felt the aura of someone in the ninth heavenstage - but his grip strength was equal to his own. A strong bloodline? He had heard some people had that advantage though his while incredibly deep, didn't provide more defence than normal armor or shields.
The man glanced over the room, eyes stopping on his desk before giving him a smile. "You'll do." He announced in a deep voice, before nodding to himself.

"I'm sorry?" Antonius asked, suddenly brought back to reality.

"It's alright," The man answered, patting his bronze bicep consolingly. Then, so nonchalantly that Antonius barely grasped it, he moved in front of the desk and took a seat. Placing his elbow on the desk and resting his cheekbone on his fist, he gave Antonius a look. "Are we going to begin the interview?"

Antonius blinked, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "You are here for the interview?" He asked, frowning.

The man reached into his toga and placed a page on the table. It had his notice clearly on the front. "You are Antonius, yes?" The man asked. Antonius nodded in confirmation. "Then I am obviously here for the task you advertised…" He paused. "For Three Waters Valley."

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WANTED!
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BRAVE LEGIONARIES WILLING TO GO INTO DEATH FILLED RUINS FOR LOOT
NO PAY, EQUAL SHARES OF TREASURE FOUND
SEEK ANTONIUS FOR MORE DETAILS
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Antonius closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," He said again. "I need a moment to process this." The man gestured his acquiescence with a wave of his hand and Antonius nodded, retaking his own seat.

"Okay," He said and the man inclined his head in response. "You are here for the job?" A nod. "And how exactly did you figure out I was going to Three Waters Valley? I didn't exactly advertise that."

"I simply asked around." He replied, making Antonius raise an eyebrow. The man grinned at him. "Now, when will we be leaving? I never figured out the exact date you were planning to leave at."

Antonius held up his hand. "Wait," He replied, frowning. "What makes you think I've selected you?"

The man gave a disdainful glance at the stack of letters which almost made Antonius and then he looked back at him. "Do you have many better candidates than myself?"

"Not particularly," Antonius admitted. "But I'm not exactly going to travel with just anyone who asks."

The man sighed. "Very well." He replied, sitting up straight. "Ask what you must."

Antonius considered the man before him. "Okay, why do you want to come exactly?"

"Three Waters Valley has several interesting treasures." The man replied with a shrug. Antonius just looked at him, waiting for him to continue. He smiled as he did. "It has a particular pool at its center said to reflect your true self. I'm interested in that. With your mastery over water, I believe we can bypass most of the barriers on the way."

"And how did you find all of that out?" Antonius asked, both eyebrows raised now. "And don't tell me you just asked around. I can see you discovering my abilities but how on earth did you know I was going to Three Waters Valley? I've only recently acquired the map and I haven't told anyone."

The man shrugged again. "Once I knew that you posted the notice, then… I did really ask around." He answered, smiling. "People like to open up to me and you'd be surprised what one can learn from someone's reading list and purchases. it wasn't hard to put two and two together."

Antonius considered that for a moment. "Okay, that makes sense, I suppose." He admitted, resolving to be more careful in the future. "How are you in a fight, then? While your demonstrated skills are impressive, I need people who can take care of themselve."

The man sat back, raised his arm and closed his fist. Antonius was suddenly reminded of his demonstrated grip strength. "Don't worry, I'm capable of taking care of more than just myself." He replied, giving him a wink. Then he grew serious. "However, should the opponent be able to overpower me, I have a few skills in reserve."

He glanced at the wall and Antonius followed his gaze. Another man stood leaning against the wall, an exact duplicate of the man in front of him. He also gave Antonius a wink before fading away. "Illusions?" Antonius asked, looking back at the man.

"Only of myself so far." The man replied, shaking his head at himself. "I do have other skills I am working on, but this is a new field for me."

Antonius nodded. "You do seem fairly competent," He replied, before giving him an apologetic look. "I'll have to look into you first but If everything checks out, I would be happy to have you."

The man nodded genially. "That seems fair." He replied, smiling. "I don't suppose I can answer some more questions myself?"
Antonius paused before nodding. "One more, yeah." He told him. "I had some questions regarding logistics. I don't suppose you can tell me what sort of cultivation resource you prefer?"

The man gave him a knowing look. "Beast Path." He answered. "The canine sub-species specifically. "

"Oh, okay." Antonius nodded. "Like these?" He held up a fanged wolf beast core drawn out of storage. "I have a few others - scorpions, birds, chicken and the like."

"A fanged wolf?" He asked, plucking it from his hand. Looking it over with an export's gaze, he nodded. "Exactly like this." Without waiting for a response, he threw the core into his mouth and began to chew with a smile. "Though this one seems domesticated. I prefer to hunt mine, personally."

"Right…" Antonius replied, blinking. He could feel the qi of the wolf core break apart and be consumed by his body. "I suppose so." He gave him a smile and stood up, extending his hands. "Until next time, then."

The man stands and clasps his hand firmly. "I look forward to hearing from you."

Antonius paused for a second. "Oh, by the way what do I call you?"

"My name is Narcissus." He replied with a smile.

"I look forward to working with you, Narcissus."

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The next candidate arrived more quickly and was thankfully more conventional as well. She sent in a letter with her abilities and reasons for joining which then quickly resulted in an appointment. She was fairly talented, a sixth heavenstage at forty years with only spirit stone cultivation and seemed to have a talent for stealth and illusions.

"So your name is Echo?" A nod.

"You've said here that your techniques have a side effect, limiting you to only repeating things that have been said to you. Is that correct?"

"Repeating. Correct." Antonius paused and looked up from the letter he was reading. The young girl blushed at his attention. He gave her an encouraging smile.

"Don't worry, I'm already certain I will hire you." He told her. "This meeting is mostly because I wanted to meet you in person and maybe clear up a few things."

She nodded in acceptance. "Clear. Wha?"

Antonius blinked and smiled at that, going over what he just said. "Mostly just some things to make sure we can work together properly. For example, your condition isn't a problem but it would be helpful if you have an alternate way to communicate. Do you know any signs?"

Echo nodded. "Signs." She repeated, making the symbol for the same with her hands. Satisfied, Antonius moved on to the next thing he wanted to cover.

"Your primary technique," He continued, pulling up the letter where she mentioned it. "It essentially erases you from all senses and allows you to appear as any image, sound or smell you have previously witnessed yourself. How much can you do with it?"

Echo frowned for a moment, forehead wrinkled in concentration then her expression cleared. Then she faded and Antonius found himself looking at himself. "I'm limited in images and movements, but I can twist sounds to do practically anything I want." He… she said. A moment later, his image faded and Echo returned with a sigh. "Do... much." She pointed at her head and gave him a smile. "Wit."

"Does that take a lot of concentration?" She nodded and Antonius made a note of that. "As for the rest, you seem to be trained as a scout and also seem to have a very sharp memory. Is that right?"

She nodded again. "That.. right." She replied.

"Right," He replied before handing her a spirit stone. "I was also hoping you could demonstrate your efficiency for logistical purposes." She smiled and took it, demonstrating efficiency more than even with say… Xiao Yingzi? Hmm. She was very much covering the girl's niche, wasn't she? "That should be enough, thank you."

"Thank. You." She replied, bowing her head.

Antonius smiled at her and extended his hand to her. "Welcome to the team."

She smiled back and took it gratefully.

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"Ameinias," Antonius greeted. "You made it just in time. I was just about to remove the notice and move on to preparing for the expedition."

The young man in the fifth heavenstage blinked and nodded gratefully. "Well, I am glad I was able to make it then." He replied. "Is there anything left before I properly join up?"

Antonius shook his head. "I wanted to have a chat." He replied, to the boy's alarm. "Just a formality. Don't worry. Now, why don't we go over your skillset one more time?"

Ameinias nods. "I'm primarily a healer and an exorcist by trade." He replied. "Besides treating wounds, I can take care of ghosts, shield us from curses and the like. The trump card that I bring to the table is an old inherited spirit. It's a creature of righteous vengeance and an old curse that empowers people to fight others in proportion to how much they've been wronged."

Antonius raised an eyebrow. "That sounds quite strong." He replied. "What are the specifics of that?"

"Against someone who stole from you, it is a minor gain." He replied, in the manner of a quote. "But against one who murdered your family, you might be able to challenge five or six small realms above yourself."

Antonius raised an eyebrow, specifically noting that second part before shaking his head with a sigh. "You also mentioned taking up swords?" He asked, changing the subject.

To his surprise, Ameinias looked away in embarrassment. "It's to impress someone to be honest." He answered, causing Antonius to smile. "There is someone I like and I think they might be more interested in me if I mastered the sword."

Antonius looked away to hide a smirk. He turned away for a moment, before turning back with a schooled expression. "Is that why you joined the expedition?"

He nodded. "It looked like a good opportunity to show off what I've learned."

Antonius smiles at him. "I'm sure you'll gain a lot of fame once we clear a few ruins." He told him. "I'm sure this other person will know how much you've improved after that."

He smiled shyly. "That's my hope, yes."

Antonius nodded. "Well, I wish you the very best with that." He replied, standing up and offering his hand. "Now, before we finish with formalities. You mentioned you consumed ghosts for cultivation?"

He nodded. "It's part of the family art. My spirit consumes ghosts and then empowers me in turn as a reward." He explained, before pausing. "Ah, would you like a demonstration?"

Antonius paused and then shook his head. "No, it should be fine." He replied. "I had a friend who had a similar method of cultivation, though she could make do with spirit stones as well. I'll send you the details, would you be able to handle your logistical arrangements yourself?"

He nodded.

Antonius amiled and extended his hand. "Welcome to the team."

The man smiles gratefully and takes his hand.
 
Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 69 - [The Thunder Toad's Story]
Wrote this a while back. When I was writing my eighth omake: Toad Hunters. I had vague ideas of the thunder road who survived coming back as a villain. Never got around to really finishing it but I did write a short backstory. Coming in pretty useful when I don't have time to write but still need to do an omake for the turn. Enjoy!

Antonius Emmanuel Eleanora 69
[Turn 4-ish]
[The Thunder Toad's Story 1]

I always thought of myself as a normal toad. I wasn't the great chieftain that our father was. I wasn't as strong as our oldest brother who always seemed to be one step ahead of me. I wasn't even as beautiful as my younger sister who would one day go to another tribe to strengthen our ties.

All I could do was my part for the clan. I ensured that my father was fed as he prepared for his duties. I helped my brother hunt as he sought to become our father's heir. I protected my sister as she ventured out to speak to other toad tribes who came nearby.

Then my older brother succeeded in his wish and began to reach our father in his power. The toad tribe has a simple rule - once the chieftain has a worthy heir, he would summon the Lightning of Judgement and attempt to swallow it.

Should he succeed, he would be judged King and would then seek to unite the many Least Tribes into one Great Clan. Should he fail, he would simply die and his empowered remains would serve to nourish our tribe while his heir took his place, at least until the next heir was ready.

As we had expected, our father failed. He could not contain the lightning in his body and it charred him from the inside, reducing him to electrified flesh that would now serve to feed our growth. Our brother inherited the tribe's name of Long Tongue from our fallen father and would now protect us in his place.

However, my brother was not ready. Though he had the power, he lacked the skill and resolve to protect us. Our father's flesh attracted many others and he simply could not keep the constant vigil for those predators.

One day, a giant scorpion targeted our tribe. It was the color of the desert sand and could hide from our senses. It snuck up on our brother in an idle moment and paralysed him with its venom. Then it turned to my sister and I, ready to finish us off.

I stepped forward to defend her. Though the creature had no honor, it felt confident enough to face me head on. It was stronger than I, on my brother's level but it was an ambush hunter and that made it weaker in battle than us.

Nevertheless, it was a tough battle. Though I had my tongue to match it, the scorpion's tail was hard to follow. If I moved close to face it head on, the tail moved out of view and attacked me from the back. If I stayed back and tried to hurt it with my tongue, we remained even with it's poison giving it an edge.

There was no method of defeating it without risking my own defeat. So with my life and that of the ones I loved at stake, I lashed out my tongue and wrapped it around the scorpion's body before pulling myself towards it with full force.

The scorpion's tail struck me in an attempt to strike my eyes. I bore the strikes, the attacks barely missing in my extreme speed and then I barreled into the scorpion, pusing it on it's back. In that vulnerable state, I struck it with my tongue again and again until finally it was dead.

Once I was confident in its demise, I checked to make sure that my younger sister was alright and then I looked over my paralysed brother. None of us was sure when he would move or if he would at all, but at least he was alive. We kept vigil over his body till the night when he first twitched and then for three days further until he was able to move as he used to.

Once my brother had recovered, he thanked me for my intervention and gave me a name - Scar after the marks left on my eyes by the scorpion's tail and declared me a warrior of the tribe, fit to protect the tribe and even start my own should I have the desire and find a mate from another tribe.

It was as if I had finally found my place.
 
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